"Little Daoist Master Xuan Du?"
On an inconspicuous island in the South Ocean, Daoist Wen Jing, who was dressed in a sanguine chiffon dress, was sitting in the shadows of a reef. She slowly opened her narrow, phoenix-like eyes, which were sparkling.
Could this be the person who ruined her plans when she was plotting against the Immortal Du Sect?
She had naturally witnessed the scene of the little Daoist Master destroying her puppet. However, she only saw the Blood Mosquito, which had a wisp of her Mind Entrust, controlling the fake Golden Immortal of the Sea Clan. When the two of them were fighting, she could feel it at a close distance.
If the other party had not attacked too quickly and there were too many real and fake incarnations that caused her to be unable to react in time, she would have already sent her spiritual will over.
"A cultivator of the Heaven Immortal realm should have been like an ant, but he actually could…"
